Preacher vs. Savage Warrior
This time face to face.

Hardcore Title Match
Chris Fury(c) vs. Mayhem vs. Jon Clark
In a barbed wire laced cage match.

Still to be signed

Abunai vs. Extreme Warrior
In a return grudge match.

Card Subject to Change

A dark screen, and then suddenly "Welcome to the Jungle" by Guns -N- Roses starts up…

EWWWWWWWOWWWWWWWEWWWWOWWWWWWW!!

The camera’s finish their pan of the stadium to land on the JWA broadcasting table to find Biff Wellington alone again…

Biff Wellington: Hello everyone and welcome back to Thursday Night Vengeance, live from Tempe Arizona! As always I’ll be calling the shots for tonight…alone all by myself. We’ve now hit the third campus in our Campus Justice tour, and it looks to be another big night.

Two-title defenses tonight, the debut of the returned Savage Warrior, and a grudge match between Jackson and Abunai. This night is shaping up to be just electric. We’re gonna go to the ring now…

Biff is suddenly cut off as "After the Flesh" by My Life with the Thrill Kill Kult hits the PA. The music is familiar to the fans and they erupt into boos. The booing is notably weaker in the open air.

Biff Wellington: If this is who I think it is this whole show is going to have problems tonight.

Suddenly from behind the curtains Jose Gonzalez appears…well almost. He’s sporting trunk in an identical design to Chad Hazzard. All except the red is lime-green, the blue is dark-green, and the stars are yellow. His hair died blonde he stands at the top of the rampway for only a second and then starts a trot down to ringside…

Biff Wellington: Oh, great not this again…Hello Jose.

Jose Hazzard: Howdy Biff.

Jose Hazzard, takes a seat, and slips a pair of headphones on.

Jose Hazzard: I tell yew what…this is gonna be one hum-dingger of a night Mister Well-ing-ton.

Biff Wellington: Yeah, yeah, sure…can we go to the match?

Jose Hazzard: Why we sure can Mister Well-ing-ton…just I have some heavy burden on my chest right now that I’d like to share with the audience at home.

Biff Wellington: Fine…go ahead…

Jose Hazzard: Now recently someone has been showing some footage from a few years back now, and I would politely like to as them to quit it. You see…them there was private, painful, moments, and I don’t need to be reminded of them at all…not one little bit…

So Chad I’d like you to quit if you would. It’s not funny…not in the least. And yew can take that for what it's worth.

Biff Wellington: …Is that it?

Jose Hazzard: Yea…that’s it…as my momma use to say…there ain’t no sense in beating a dead horse. Just say your piece and leave it at that. Let’s git to that first match Mister Wellington.

Biff Wellington: Yeah let’s…

The camera moves to the ring where Sweet Lou stands center stage, mic in hand.

Sweet Lou: This is our opening match with a time limit of 60-minutes…And it is a match for the JWA Hardcore Title inside a barbed wire laced cage. Coming to the ring first from Lancaster, Ohio…

"Happypill" by 16-volt hits he stadiums PA-system, and the fans respond neutrally…

Sweet Lou: …Standing at six-feet three-inches, and weighing in at 233-pounds He is a former JWA World and Hardcore champion. He is our drug…He is JON CLAAAAAAAAAAARK!!

From behind the curtain Clark appears. The neutral cheering switches just a bit over in Clark’s favor. Clark, stands atop the rampway for a brief second, and then starts his walk down to ringside…

Biff Wellington: Clark seems different tonight. More focused almost…

Jose Hazzard: Well that’s because he’s trying ta switch gears here, and you can take that for what it’s worth.

Biff Wellington: Yeah lovely…thanks forth input. The techs are now starting to drag tables, chairs, and well just about anything else into the ring as Jon reaches ringside, and rolls in under the bottom rope. He takes a moment to look up into the rafters a the cage swinging over head, and now he returns his attention to the entrance way…

Sweet Lou: Coming to he ring next one-of his opponents. From parts unknown…

"Enter Sandman" by Metallica hits the PA-system and the estranged former-AOWF participant receives a mixed-reaction…

Sweet Lou: …Standing at six-feet six-inches, and weighing in at 290-pounds. In his debut JWA match! He is MAAAAAAYYYYYYYYHEEEEEEEEEEM!!

From behind he curtains Mayhem erupts and rushes down to ringside. Clark, raises and elbow as he notices Mayhem is also carrying a chair with him…he backs up and grabs up a trash can…

Mayhem charges the ring, stops, tosses the chair into the ring, and then begins to pace the outside of the ring…Clark relaxes his posture, and is suddenly blindsided by a brick to the head…

Biff Wellington: Dear God! And that brick leveled Jon, and it looked to have come from the crowd…We may have to get security…NO! It was Fury…he just leveled Mayhem with a chair, and now Lou clears the ring, as Fury rolls in…

Jose Hazzard: Yep, but this match isn’t going to o-ffically start till Mayhem gits in the ring…

Fury start pounding away on Clark with a chair to start the match off. This keeps up for a few minutes until the cage starts to drop…As it finally touches down Mayhem comes to, caught on he outside…

Biff Wellington: Problem for Mayhem…Now he’s going to have to climb into the cage, and then back out.

Jose Hazzard: Well that just don’t seem right.

Fury continues his assault of Clark on the inside as Mayhem starts the slow painful climb up the barbed wire laced cage…

Finally Clark turns the match around on the inside, and rolls under a table…giving him time to compose himself, and sending Fury to the ground with kick to the knee. Then picking up the table from underneath, center, he dumps I on Fury…

The match continues on Clark with the upper hand. Mayhem finally reaches the top of the cage and as Jon goes under another table to pick it up…

Jose Hazzard: YEE HAW!! Mayhem off the top off the cage, and he crashes down on top of that table Clark was holding, splittin it, and levelin Clark.

Biff Wellington: Both men down and apparently out.

The match really picks up with them all in the ring. Most of the time it ended up Clark taking on either Fury or Mayhem as he’d down one only to find the other on making a break for the top of the cage…

This in turn quickly wore down Clark, and it wasn’t too long before going back and forth between each opponent became impossible, and then the treachery was revealed…

Biff Wellington: Mayhem moving over to Fury…Clark down. Fury to his feet, and I looks like Fury may be going for a ride, as Mayhem and Fury hook it up. One of the rare moments Clark’s all out assault on the both of them has caused…WAIT!! Mayhem shaking Fury’s hand!

Jose Hazzard: Haha…gits em every time…

Biff Wellington: I should have known. Mayhem being a "former" M.o.A’er and all.

Fury and Mayhem go to work on the exhausted Clark, and the match moves dangerously close to its time limit before they stop their attack and both Fury and Mayhem move over to a cage wall, and shaking hands again, Mayhem starts his ascent…

Biff Wellington: Well I feel bad for Clark. He put on a hell of show, and in the end was duped into a handicap match…And there goes Mayhem starting a slow ascent of the cage. Picking each hand hold carefully, making sure not to touch the barbed wire.

Jose Hazzard: Why tell ya this is just great. It was like watching two-hound dogs fighting over a bone. We’re just all glad to have Mayhem back in the fold. Wait a minute…Clark gittin to his feet, hey Fury turn around…FURY!

Biff Wellington: Fury, doesn’t turn around. Clark over to the opposite cage wall. He pulls a pair of gloves out from the inside of his trunks…Puts em on and now starts a quick climb up the cage. Ingenious. He’s made the barbed wire obstacle into nothing more then a nuisance as he nears the top…

Jose Hazzard: There’s not e‘nuff time though, and the M.o.A has this won as Mayhem has already started down on the other side. Oh, now he notices Clark, and he’s yelling at Fuy to do somethin.

Biff Wellington: Jon near the top of the cage, Fury rushes the cage wall and slams into it. That barbed wire just tore away at his shoulder, but Clark didn’t fall as he holds on by one hand…Mayhem still weaving his way down the cage wall. Clark climbing again…reaches he top of the cage…AND JUMPS!!

Jose Hazzard: NOO! Mayhem jumping now!!

Biff Wellington: And Clark crashes though that table, it seems, a split second before Mayhem smacked into the ground. The cage starts to rise, and Sweet Lou roll into the ring.

Jose Hazzard: Ah, this one’ll go to the M.o.A fer sure.

Sweet Lou: Your winner, and new Hardcore Champion…JON CLAAAAAAAAARK!!

"Happypill" starts up and the fans erupt into cheers. Fury, slides out of the ring to help Mayhem to his feet, as paramedics rush down to where Clark had fallen.

Biff Wellington: And these fans are showing a lot of support for Clark as our cameras are caching signs of life from Clark. Mayhem still leaning on Fury begins to walk back up the rampway. And the underdog Jon Clark recapturing the Hardcore title tonight. You gonna say anything Jose?

Jose Hazzard: I…I can’t believe this…I’m gonna call for a review of this…this travesty!! The M.o.A will be avenged! We will rise again!!

Biff Wellington: Calm down boy. Oh, and Clark now slowly getting to his feet, and the time keeper brings the Hardcore title to Clark. Clark, holding it high in the air, and the fans respond accordingly. The paramedics now helping Clark up the rampway with the cheers of the fans. Well looks like the M.o.A’s plan was foiled?

Jose Hazzard: I’am not speaking to you.

Biff Wellington: No skin off my back, and we’re going to take a short brake as the ring techs get the ring ready for our next match.

The screen fades to black and then to a commercial…

Soon he image of Sun Devil stadium hits the screen again along with out two announcers.

Biff Wellington: Hello and welcome back to JWA’s Thursday Night Vengeance. The ring is sit, and we’re ready to move onto our next match…wait before we do…we’re picking up on something from the back…

The image cuts to the back stage area where it finds Bryan Mercy walking down the halls flanked by security, the Phoenix Riot Squad, and strangely, three-men in Armani type business suits. They move though the halls and then finally enter the arena…

The fans go nuts at the site of Mercy who smiles at them and waves. Then it’s a b-line straight for the ring as four of the riot squad move to each turnbuckle, and Mercy comes to stand center stage with the men in Armani…He pulls out a mic, an smiles again to the crowd…"

Jose Mercy: You know Twilight wouldn’t need this protection…He’d have just caught the bullet in his teeth.

Byran Mercy: "First off, to anyone wearing a badge and a gun, shoot anyone dead on that attempts to come to the ring. Nobody has business here but me and the gentlemen in Armani's"

"Hi guys."

"I'd like to say that this meeting was under better circumstances, but, due to things that happened last week, I'm here to announce that Bryan Mercy will not be appearing at any JWA events until AFTER AOWF II. The Devil, you say? Well, perhaps a little 'Splainin' is in order."

"Last week, the JWA was in breech of contract. Last week, my life was put in unnecessary danger when some thug decided to bring a loaded gun to a wrestling arena. Now, I had a few options. I could have had him arrested, but, let's be honest, have we ever seen the MoA convicted of anything?"

"My second option was to let interim.... and I stress the word interim... President Ben Duke handle this situation. Well.... Mr. Duke hasn't exactly been the guy you'd want on your side if you're fighting the MoA. Duke, while I'm sure is an honest man in his heart, has no spine when it comes to them. Hey, that's fine.... A President's salary is nothing, unless he's making a ton off of my merchandise, so anything he can get on the side, well, go right ahead. But, well, sometimes, it'll come back to bite you again."

"So, instead, I got on the phone the next day, called up my agent, he got this order together stating that, unless certain concessions were made, I will not appear at another JWA Sanctioned event until after AOWF and until President Paul Chadman resumes full control. Now, we further looked over this contract, and realized that it expires on January 15th of 2000. Meaning, I may just take this JWA Belt, and take it to the next federation I'm hired by. Or, I may just dump it into the trash can on my way out the door tonite.... or..."

"Well, that brings me to Jeffrey Drake. The man who wants this title, and wants my spot on the AOWF Title scene."

"Well... let's see.... Must be a winner? OK. Submission only? OK. World Title and AOWF Title Match Spot? Well.... you're a shrewd negotiator Jeffy, but, realize, this ain't gonna be Southern California. This ain't gonna be the house that Twilight Built. The fans won't be chanting "Drake! Drake! Drake!", no, they'll have those killer "Mercy Rocks! Mercy Rocks!" chants going. Arizona will be rocking out to some Van Halen as I walk down that aisle, beat down your ass, throw you into a Hero's Crab.... excuse me, the Greatest Athlete Alive's Crab... and watch you plead and tap for your life, finally sending your ass back to Twilight and Misery wondering what went wrong."

The Arizona fans go nuts ad start chanting "Mercy Rocks!". Mercy turns slowly around in the ring taking it all in. The fans finally quiet and Mercy finishes.

"Thank you Arizona…Good night, JWA."

Mercy drops the mic, and exits he ring with the Armani Army in tow, and security and the riot squad flaking him…The crowd cheers Mercy out of the arena.

Jose Gonzalez: "He can’t do that…can he do that? What about Grene? What about our World title? I hate Mercy now.

Biff Wellington: "Well I don’t know if he can or not, but he’s doing it, and I suppose we’ll have to wait and hear from President Duke. Along with what his intentions with the newly vacated Trans-Atlantic title will be. Why didn’t he give it to you?

Jose Hazzard: Cuz’ I allowed my contract to expire, and I havta wait for Chadman to git back to resign me.

Biff Wellington: Still going to AOWF?

Jose Hazzard: Yep.

Biff Wellington: Well that’s all that matters. Let’s get to that next match now.

Sweet Lou: Our next match up s scheduled for one-pin fall with a 45-minute time limit…Coming to the ring first from Charlotte, North Carolina…

A decent Savage Warchant starts up through the arena…

Sweet Lou: Standing at six-feet seven-inches, and weighing in at 262-pounds. He makes his return tonight to the AOWF community. He is an AOWF participant. He is SAVAGE WAAAAAAAARRIOOOOOOOOOOR!!

The fans erupt into cheers as Sav appears from behind the curtain and storms down to ringside sliding into the ring, and then rising to hi feet throwing his arms in the air and receiving a good response.

Sweet Lou: And his opponent from Cleveland, Ohio…

The theme from "The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly" hits the PA and the stadium explodes.

Sweet Lou: Standing at six-feet five-inches, and weighing in at 259-pounds. He is the bringer of redemption. He is…PREEEEEEEEACHEEEEEEEEEEER!!

A huge pop hits the stadium as Preacher comes walking out. His eyes focused on the ring he starts his slow walk down to ringside.

Biff Wellington: Preacher looking more focused then usual.

Jose Hazzard: Well with a record like his he best be focused.

Biff Wellington: As opposed to what? Yours? Hey wait we have someone coming over the guard rail here. He, it’s Sage.

Jose Hazzard: Damn…the prep.

Biff Wellington: Well hello Sage. Why don’t you take a seat?

Sage: Thanks Biff…oh I didn’t notice you had a pest problem.

Jose Sage: Hey prep! When did he pest show up? You know I’m rich enough to buy that guy his own island and make sue he never leaves it. I listen to ICP.

Sage: Sigh…and you have to listen to this all day?

Biff Wellington: No, just about two-hours…Preacher crawling into the ring now. Sowhat brings you down here?

Sage: Scouting. I have a feeling that I’ll be tangling with Sav again.

Jose Sage: And listening to ICP. You can listen to ICP too.

Sage: Preacher hits a powerful scoop slam, ad goes for the a quick in, no not even close. Too soon…Jose why don’t you just shut up?

Jose Sage: Sav throws Preacher t the ropes…back body drop, and Sav follows that up with drop elbow…Oh probably because I’m so rich and original I have soooo many rich and original things to say. I’m a Dibiase.

Biff Wellington: Sav picks Preacher up German release suplex!

Sage: Oh, boy…you’ve lost it.

Jose Gonzalez: Got a question though…what fed did your dad wrestle in? WCIWA? Was he Mister Money?

Sage: No...WWF as the Million Dollar Man. Idiot.

Jose Gonzalez: WW…what? Million Dollar who? You sure he wasn’t Mister Money?

Sage: Very sure…Preacher reverses a Soviet suplex into a DDT, and then quickly rebounds to his feet to come off the ropes with a guillotine leg drop.

Jose Gonzalez: Maybe one of these days he’ll be able to do a Super Guillotine-DDT. Maybe…

The match continues on between Preacher and Savage Warrior. Neither gaining the pure upper hand. As the match we on we found Sav sitting Preacher up on the top turnbuckle.

Biff Wellington: Sav going for the power move here now. Hooks Preacher…we could see a super suplex. Wait no! Preacher just leveled Sav with one punch!

Jose Gonzalez: Foreign object!! ILLEGAL! ILLEGAL!

Sage: What are you talking about? I didn’t see anything.

Biff Wellington: Preacher off the top turnbuckle with an elbow drop. And no he’s locking on Redemption! But Sav out cold…the ref is signaling for the bell.

Preacher releases his finisher, and without a second glance at Sav exits the ring.

Sweet Lou: Your winner…PREEEEEEACHEEEEEEER!!

"The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly" theme hit the PA again, and the fans erupt into cheers.

Jose Gonzalez: No really guys he cheated…Here watch this footage.

Footage from the last few seconds of the match hit the screen. We see Preacher punch Sav, and then as Preacher pulls his hand away a metallic shining object goes flying into the crowd…

Sage: How the hell did you see that?

Biff Wellington: Don’t ask…he’s M.o.A.

Sage: Got a point. Well this was fun Biff. Not so fun Jose, but I’m outta here now. Try to enjoy the rest of the evening Biff.

Sage stands and exits via the rampway. Sav finally comes to in the ring…

Biff Wellington: Well Sav is up, and he looks a bit pissed.

Jose Gonzalez: Serves him right for not cheating himself.

Biff Wellington: Yeah that’s positive attitude there. Anyway Sav now to his feet, nd he exts the ring, and heads up the rampway. And guess what. We’re at the main event.

Jose Gonzalez: You know I don’t like what Welsh said about me. It’s ok for Styx to call me worthless, and an idiot, and it’s even ok if Riley does it, but you know what I don’t have to take this abuse from Banshee…

Biff Wellington: Whoa! Looks like some problems within the M.o.A.

Jose Gonzalez: Shit did I say that out loud? Dammit. Ah, let’s get this match started…

The camera moves to the ring to find Lou center stage…mic in hand.

Sweet Lou: With a sixty-minute time limit, and scheduled for one-pin fall! This is a JWA World Television Match, and your main event.

The crowd erupts into cheers…

Sweet Lou: Coming to the ring first the challenger from Cherokee, North Carolina. Representing the M.o.A, and escorted to the ring by his valet Lavendar…

"Diary of a Madman" by Ozzy Osbourn hits the PA and the lights dim. The fans erupt into boos…

Sweet Lou: Standing at six-feet even, and weighing in at 232-pounds. He is the Voice of the M.o.A. He is BAAAAAAANSHEEEEEEEEEE!!

Banshee appears from behind the curtain with Lavendar at his side, and Gangrene at his other. The three pause for a brief second, and then make their way down to ringside. Passing all the booing fans without even a second glance…

They reach ringside, and Banshee shrugs off his surcoat, and then gracefully ascends the steel steps to enter the ring. Gangrene moves over to stand near Jose…

Sweet Lou: And his apponent. Accompanied by LANA JONES, Representing the JWA at AOWF 2 in the television championship match, the current JWA TELEVISION CHAMPION OF THE WOOOOOOORLD! CHAD HAZZARD!!!!

The crowd erupts with a passion as Chad steps from behind the curtains with the belt high in the air. He makes his way to the ring with a smile sliding under the bottom rope where Lana takes his corner.

Biff Wellington: Well the match starts off Banshee moving in, arm collar tie up and we’re off. Nice go behind by Chad, Leg front leg sweep and he has Banshee face down on the mat. Staying on top looking for position. Banshee manages to kick his way from underneith Chad. Chad up now moving off the ropes Banshee a leg sweep. Now Banshee ties up a leg and starts pounding on a knee.

Jose Gonzalez: Maybe someone should tell Banshee that footage was from over a year ago. Chad a nice reversal into an arm bar. He keeps the pressure on as Banshee moves up, inverted single arm DDT! CRAP BANSEE DO SOMETHING!

Biff Wellington: Banshee hearing Jose rolls away from an elbow. Kick to the face spinns around, thrust kick to the side! That knocked the air out Hazzard. Banshee up, off the ropes and baseball slider into Hazzard.

Jose Gonzalez: Banshee working on Hazzard. Lifts the knee, and Drives it down into the mat. HEY BANSHEE, YO! THE KNEE… BAH… He ties it up and applies more pressure. Hazzard moving around, finds the ropes. Banshee up gets up, Hazzard right after him.

Biff Wellington: Banshee for a sweep, Hazzard nimbly jumps over the leg, BANSHEE FOLLOWS THE SWEEP UP WITH A SPINE BUSTER! Nice turn around. Banshee keeping the momentum springs off the bottom rope for a splash, HAZZARD GOT THE KNEES UP!

Jose Gonzalez: Come one will someone please take control here! Someone give Banshee a taco! Hazzard up some kicks to the midsection of Banshee. He picks Banshee up and sends him to the ropes. Banshee back, leaps over a back body drop. Banshee on the way back, Hazzard ducks a clothesline. Banshee on the way back, TWIN BELLOWS KICK!!! NICE MOVE! Now we got some M.o.A control!

Biff Wellington: Banshee keeping the heat on, atomic DROP! Hazzard rolls out of the ring. Smart of Hazzard to take a breather here. Lavandar’s moving up slowly, what’s she planning right now? She’s helping Hazzard? I don’t believe this for a second. Lavandar’s putting moves on Hazzard in the middle of a match. HERE COMES LANA AROUND THE CORNER SPINNING HEEL KICK! Lana helps Hazzard back in the ring. THERE GOES LANA AFTER LAVANDER! Round and round they go and out of the ring area. That takes of the women.

Jose Gonzalez: Great they’ll be chasing each other all night. Banshee still has control of the match though, second Hazzard got in the ring Banshee landed a quick sidewalk slam on the inside and now has control with a sereis of short elbows. Banshee now with gutwrench, NOO HAZARD REVERSED!! Back body drop! COME ON DAMNIT!!

Biff Wellington: Hazard back on top, picks Banshee up with an armbar, spins it around into a wringer. NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX! Hazzard trying to keep the momentum now locks on a reverse chin lock in the middle of the ring. And Banshee’s in a bad spot.

Jose Gonzalez: Come on Banshee wake the hell up, YEAH YEAH STAND UP! Up… Elbow! Get em again…YEA ELBOW! DAMNIT HAZZARD LET IT GO! HAHHAHA YEAH Banshee dropped the bastard’s jaw into his skull. Great Jawbuster! Banshee up, off the ropes, REVERSE CORKSCREW!! NICE JOB! AHH A PIN…

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2..NO! a kickout by Hazzard…. FUCK!..

Biff Wellington: That was a great move indeed but it’s still early, it may take more then that to keep the champ down for the whole three.

Jose Hazzard: Wha? That lille thing? Take mor’in that to handle Hazzard don’t cha know!

Biff Wellington: Are you gonna start that again?

Jose Hazzard: Well I reckon such a good move should be appreiciated by a Clair boy…

Biff Wellington: Anyway we move on in the actual match where the REAL Hazzard is being hammered on. Banshee picks him up and slings him into the corner

Ohh hard hit on the way back, BANSHEE WITH A BACKBREAKER! ANOTHER PIN ATTEMPT…

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2…

NO…Not gonna happen

Jose Hazzard: See, to ja that there Hazzard was tough! Lookie here Banshee’s gonna go fer a powerbomb. Hazzard at the top. A right, anoer one… anoer..Banshee down.

Biff Wellington: I don’t know what’s worse the fact that you’re this senseless or the fact that you’re accent is terrible. Both men are down right now Banshee finding enough to come up first. Banshee picking up Hazzard, into the turnbuckle, HAZZARD REVERSED! FOLLOWS IT IN SHOULDER RAM!! Hazzard slows it down yet again, this time with a clean sleeper.

Jose Gonzalez: No, no, not this… BANSHEE, COME on no! Reff leave the arm alone he’s fine… No, no you don’t need to pick it up, he’s just resting his eyes.. DAMNIT…uhh, he felt like letting the arm drop. SEE SEE LOOK THE ARM STAYED UP THAT TIME DID..NOOOO

Biff Wellington: SPINNING DDT BY HAZZARD! He knew better then to let Banshee fight back. HERE’S A COVER..

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2..

NO! NO Banshee got the shoulder up. Hazzard sends Banshee to the ropes rebounds off the other side, BEAUTIFULLY TIMED NECKBREAKER, back up, off the ropes A SNAPMARE! Hazzard’s found his second wind. ANOTHER COVER…

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3! NOO NOO FOOT ON THE ROPES BANSHEE IS STILL IN THIS!!

Jose Gonzalez: Bless the ropes me Madre Maria perro los Amigo es fruerte! GET UP FOR FLESH’S SAKE!!!

Biff Wellington: You didn’t just say that…Hazzard moving to pick up Banshee, BANSHEE a quick palm thrust to the sternum. Hazzard retaliates with a right. Banshee with a European uppercut, Hazzard a short elbow, BANSHEE a palm thrust, knee to the side, chambers back side kick to the head RIDEGHAND DOWN GOES HAZZARD GASPING FOR AIR!!

Jose Gonzalez: Banshee picks up Hazz Hole and throws him to the turnbuckle no wait reversal…
no wait, reversal…
no wait! REVERSAL
AHH HELL THEY’RE BOTH THERE! Hazzard turns it to an arm bar, GONNA RAM BANSHEE’S HEAD TO THE BUCKLE! NO BANSHEE lifted a foot….hehe, that’ll stop inbreeding in Clair!

Biff Wellington: Banshee turns to Hazzard, another powerbomb attempt, HAZZARD GRABBED THE TURNBUCKLE!!! Hazzard safe at the top, Banshee battling his way up. HAZZARD FOR A SUPER POWERBOMB! Banshee a finger jab to the throught. Banshee sweeps the feet from under Hazzard BANSHEE PICKS up Hazzard, FRANKENSTINER DRIVER!!!! BOTH MEN ARE DOWN!! A COVER..

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3! NEW CHAMPION!!

As Sweet Lou picks up the mic Banshee continues to pound on Hazzard.

Sweet Lou: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner, and NEEEEEEEEWWWWW JWA TELEVISION CHAMPION!!!! BAAAAAAAAAANSHHHEEEEEEEEEE!!!

Biff Wellington: Listen to how much these fans DON’T like that fact. COME ON YOU WON BANSHEE LAY OFF!!… Well at least security is comming in….finally… They’re pulling off Banshee! SHIT NO…

Jose Gonzalez: HAHHAHAHA Fooled you again…GET EM GUYS!! Kick the hell outta the T-s… FUCKER I liked it! It was MINE!

The members of security each pull off their visors to reveal themselves as the M.o.A, Banshee rolls under the ring with a look which betrays no emotion. He calmly grabs his newly found title and waits for Gangrene to follow before leaving.

Biff Wellington: What are you talking about? Fans we gotta go.. SOMEONE GET SOME CONTROL HERE!!!

The camera fades to black as the M.o.A fully converge over Hazzard….